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By the time my hand stops bleeding, every last towel in my room is dotted with blood, probably ruined, and I couldn’t give a shit. Not only are the towels stained with red, so is my bedspread, the floor, and the bathroom sink and tub where I attempted to clean up
Fuck this place and the beastly brothers who own it. I plan to ruin as much as I can in the time that I’m here.
They have no regard for me or my little sister, and certainly not my father, forcing me to repay his debts and threatening to add Evie to their ‘collection.’
I don’t care if I signed their freaking contract. I had no choice. That’s not what I call ‘voluntary.’
They can kiss my ass.
“Hello?” someone calls from my doorway.
I look over and see Niko peering in. Dammit, that door needs a lock.
But I sit up in bed anyway, turning off the Spotify station I was about to start streaming to forget my life for a moment. “Hi,” I say.
I find myself smoothing my hair and straightening out my T-shirt.
So much for my tough guy act.
He stands across the room, arms crossed. Almost like he isn’t sure whether or not he should come in.
Funny time to be all bashful, when you’ve just been talking about making money off me.
The day I walked out the door to get Evie at school, it was so easy to leave. Granted, I wasn’t even really trying to sneak out. I honestly intended to come back as soon as I got her principal settled down. But if it were so easy in broad daylight to just leave, why not give it a try in the dead of night, when the club is relatively quiet, the guys are asleep, and security is on the lax side?
I look back at Niko, crossing the room toward me, rubbing his hand along the side of his neck like he’s had a long day or something, and my resolve crumbles.
I hate that. I goddamn hate it.
“Looks like you slaughtered someone in here,” he says, looking around.
I momentarily worry he’s going to be pissed at the mess. But then I remember I don’t care.
Not much, anyway.
I shrug it off. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when a creep pinches your ass and you fall and cut yourself on broken glass.”
I hold my hand up, wrapped in the last clean towel I have. The blood on the outside of it is beginning to dry to a crackly brown, which tells me it’s no longer flowing from my wound. That’s a good sign. At least I won’t need stitches.
“Your hand feeling better?” he asks, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.
Just make yourself at home, buddy.
I remind myself to be polite and throw him a shy half-smile.
He begins to tell me how the guy they kicked out is banned for life, etcetera, etcetera, as if I give a shit they are so valiantly defending my honor, and my thoughts wander back to escaping. But that would just leave Pops and Evie worse off than they already are.
The only other option is to stick around and see what the guys have planned for me. Although I’m pretty sure I have an idea.
Or… find some way to escalate the tension between the brothers and Dimitri so they all destroy each other. Could I actually do that? Pit them against each other so they fight to the death?
That would be some first class-level cunning shit.
As I’m weighing my options, Niko takes my hand, the one in the big, bloodied towel, and slowly unwraps it. “Hey. It’s looking good. Stopped bleeding. But look, you have to be careful not to open this up again.”
He pulls a roll of gauze out of his pocket. “C’mon. Let’s wash this off and then I’ll wrap it.”
“Guess you were a Boy Scout, huh?”
